walk

At some point, I will take a walk on these city streets.

As the sun sinks into the West and chill rises off the rivers that encased this little island.

As the winds whip down the canyons created by skyscrapers.

As the breath leaves my body and turns to steam that floats away on the crisp air.

As the holiday lights come to life and illuminate the hidden soft edges of this city. 

At some point I will take that walk and think of you while this song plays in my ears.

I will think of you and imagine what never was.

I will think of you, as I always have.

As I always do.

As I likely always will.

Curse of the unrequited.

At some point this walk will end.

As the moon rises into the sky.

As the city noises and crowds dwindle down.

I will inhale deeply, then I will exhale.

And my day will end.